Queen oneshots

When did you fall out of love: Breaky

A/N: was listening to this absolute bop and got inspo, so listen if u want my guy😤👊💓
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Brian's POV:
It had been two weeks, nearly three now. The thing that I had feared the most had happened to me, John ended it. It was so out of the blue, nothing had been going wrong in our relationship, maybe that's why he did it though. He got bored of me.

I hadn't shown up for recording since it happened, and to my surprise Freddie didn't give me any grief. Him and Roger, Rog more so, had been coming over to check in on me regularly. Rog came 3-4 times a week, Fred came with him occasionally, it made me feel somewhat better I guess, knowing at least these two people cared about me.

Every time they came over I could never help myself from asking one question- how is John? I always got the same answer, 'he's okay, but don't think about him now.' But still, I thought about him every second of my now dull days.
It didn't help that all of his stuff was still scattered around my apartment, so that even when I tried to distract myself he would still pop up in my mind whenever I saw one of his t-shirts.

Once again I had nothing to do today, and I knew Rog wasn't coming as he came yesterday. I could jut lay in my bed, all day, in the dark, ignoring all the mess around me- thinking about him. Sounds good.

My life was so exhausting now, yes I did absolutely nothing all day, but restraining myself from breaking down every 5 minutes was more tiring than I would have thought.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke it was dark out. Great slept through the whole day, but to be fair it is January so it gets dark early. I should probably get some food or something, I got out of bed for the first time that day, instantly getting vertigo, which I ignored hoping it would just disappear.

I put the kettle on boil, I didn't want to eat. Eating is too much effort now, so I'll just have some tea. I made my tea and brought it back up to my cave of a room. I sat in the dark room sipping my tea, not really caring that it was so hot it burnt my mouth and throat. In a way it made me feel more alive, even if it was pain I was feeling, at least I was feeling something.

Once I finished with my tea I tossed the empty mug to the side, knowing all of the mess on the floor would cushion its fall. I laid back down, looking up at the ceiling, it felt so good on my back.

I let out a sad sigh, which turned to a whimper, which turned to a sob, which turned to a break down I couldn't hold back. My hair sticking to my damp face, and my body shaking with each load sob I let out.

Knock knock

A shit, someone is here- who the fuck? Maybe Fred decided to come over without Rog? I wiped the tears off my face, probably not doing much for my appearance, but I don't really care about what Freddie sees me looking like.

"Coming." I half shouted, my voice had been pretty much wrecked now from all the days of scream/ sobbing.

I swung open the door and saw- John. My breath hitched, and my vision became clouded, I thought for a second I was going to faint so I held onto the door frame for support. Once I brought myself together I looked back at John, who had a worried expression on his face.

"Sorry about that.." I mumbled, not meeting his gaze.

"It's ok." He said quietly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, and it coming out a lot ruder than intended.

"Oh um I- I came to get my stuff." John stuttered taken back by my tone of voice.

My heart slightly dropped, knowing now that he hadn't come here to get me back, or see how I was, and now I knew- it was really over.